My Cure

You are my medicine
a substance –
which my soul drinks in
to restore its health.

You are my reality
opposed to the appearance
of shadows…….

You are essential –
indispensable, and….
the very essence
of who I am.

You are the complexity
the interconnected parts
of all my variables –
and the compound…..
which, composes me.

You are my medicine –
your arms –
your love –
my cure.